What I Say Sometimes, But Then Stop Myself

I'm not planning on being
a person forever.

But for now, my daughter sleeps upstairs
and my memories of early 80's punk rock
are clarified by a recent documentary.

This is sorta haunting my skull
in a way that is grating.

In another way, I find the time I spend
doing something that doesn't make sense is really

something.
Seriously, can you imagine the dementia?

I am a person jumping from roof to roof.